كلمات Deep Weeds

Can you live your life with such passion that your anger will bear the pain? From a seedling of aging nations Calling me again Now that I'm young Now that I fear Only the years appear When I am old I will have told Songs of the ones that I had near Tales of the past A sorrow each crease Here in my face so pale While I am young I will escape Till I'm old and frail Never speak of my life's erosion Wipe the withering blaze away Cover up all my skin's corrosion So I can bring back the light of my lost summer days Down bring me down Bring me down bring me down